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Why the hell didn’t you just shut up?
“I was going to let you go with a warning,” he growls. “But you wouldn’t know respect if it bit you on the ass.” As if to illustrate, Owen grabs a handful of my flesh and squeezes.
I’m not sore anymore, thank fuck, but it still hurts. I hold back a whimper, but barely. Instead of trying to pull his hand out of my hair, I reach back and try to claw out his eyes.
He releases my hair, grabs my wrists, and slams them to the wood above my head.
When he kicks my legs open, I scream. This, however, doesn’t seem to faze him. If anything, it spurs him on.
He keeps my wrists bound with one hand, the other grabbing the hem of my skirt and yanking it up.
“If you wanted to see my panties, you should just have asked,” I spit out, wriggling furiously to try to get loose.
This is so ridiculous. I’m legit going to start carrying pepper spray around with me. I let out a strangled scream when he tucks the hem of my skirt behind its waistband, baring my undies.
They’re blue with yellow polka dots.
In my defense, I didn’t expect to have anyone staring at them.
“Cute,” he says, grabbing my ass with his free hand and giving me another toe-curling hard squeeze. “Now… do they come off, or stay on?”
I bite my lip so hard I can taste copper in my mouth. He won’t lure me into talking back to him, earning myself more of whatever punishment he’s already got planned. I need to conserve my energy. He can’t keep holding me this tightly, and the instant he loosens his grip, I’m going to make him rue the day he ever laid eyes on me.
Knee to the groin.
Knee to the groin.
And possibly a foot to the stomach while he’s lying curled up in pain on the floor.
Despite how hard I’m biting down, the edges of my mouth still manage to curl up in an evil smile as I imagine how much I’m going to make him suffer for this humiliation he’s putting me through.
“Oh… you think this is funny?” The tip of his finger slides along the hem of my panties, from my hip down to between my legs. His touch sends tingles through my flesh—all the way from my belly button to my damn asshole.
Fuck… fuck.
“I think it’s hilarious you think you’ll get away with this.”
Owen leans in close. “Have you told anyone about your last punishment?”
Yeah, that’s the beauty of shame. The worse it is, the harder it is to tell anyone about it.
He grabs me again, his fingers so close to my pussy that it starts pulsing in response.
It’s amazing to me how the body can misread a simple situation like this.
I try to pull out of his grasp, but he’s so close to me that there’s barely an inch to move. And I quickly stop trying when I feel the throb of his hard cock against my ass.
“I didn’t think so.” He tugs at my ass, parting my cheeks. Arousal spills out of me and soaks into my underwear.
Oh, God.
Owen presses into me again, and this time I know he wants to make a point of showing off his cock. I guess he can’t help it—it must warm his black heart that it’s so fucking huge.
“Will you just get it over with already?” I force myself to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes lock on mine, and the raw heat in them make my knees go weak. But I force strength into my words, tilt my chin up, and whisper, “Or do you have issues with performance?” I drop my eyes to the general direction of his dick, and when I look back, the blood in my veins congeals with panic.
He doesn’t look angry anymore. In fact, he looks strangely calm.
Eye of the storm calm.
